Stilettos

Early November 2021

Would like to point out, this even happened in the week prior to the meltdown.

So turns out that going for a run on Sunday (when I say run, I mean jog-a-walk-a-run), then spending 2 days tottering around in 4 inch stilettos, having not fully recovered from said run, and equally being out of practice of walking high-heels after 18 months sitting on a sofa (obviously not literally as demonstrated by this diary), but anyway – turns out, that going for another run within 48 hours

Not A Very Good Idea – well, not if you’re as unfit, and unaccustomed to exercise as me. 

If anyone questions whether I can claim to be unaccustomed to exercise after 18 months of on-and-off training, then the answer is YES.  I can. I still hate it, with a passion so strong, that it is unequal to anything I do like doing!

As per previous – my jog-a-walk-a-run route is 4.2kms approximately.  Well roughly 2.6kms into it, the stress on my legs – top to bottom was so bad, I was in so much pain, I’m not kidding when I say I was nearly crying. Actually, there is no nearly about it, I was crying in pain.  Thankfully I’m now not so stupid, and I did not try to continue the session, fearing that if I do, I might do more damage and it wasn’t me simply working through the pain.  So at 2.6kms I gave up. 

The final 1.7kms walking back to get home were not fun.

I wasn’t dressed for a walk, I was dressed for a run.  It was fricking cold.

Then the sky decided to cry and I got rained on!

My legs didn’t stop from cramping and hurting, and by the time I got back to my front-door I was limping, and no word of a lie crying from discomfort.

So there.  That’s my latest fling with exercise. 

I hate it.  You know, just in case I haven’t said it before.

Humph.